

I'm FallingThe discomfort is here.I'm Falling
A giant hammer strikes against my bleak and dark disposition. Winds swoosh about my ears as I fall in the night. Right before I hit the frigid, unyielding ground, the night sky opens before me and I see it...
I see a hand reaching for mine. Even though when I stretched my hand towards the saving grace, I missed; I missed by a mile. I began to panic as if it were over.
As a mighty tree falls in the forest, with night encompassing all things, the leaves bristle in the wind as the inevitable force gracefull


In A JarA boy met a girl, as the story goes. He fell for her, and he loved his rose.In A Jar
The love was passed, from him to her. But from her to him, it was not returned.
She took the love, and fed off of him. In a jar she kept, he filled to the brim.
She's afraid to lose, his friendship she'd say. This was the line, with his heart she'd play.
Yet he's always willing, to give of himself. If she ever needed him, she'd reach to her shelf.
Yet as time passed, with a twinkle of an eye. Sitting in


In Front of Me --Revised--Hanging in front of me, pristine.In Front of Me --Revised--
The blues in the light fall to my mind. Drifting... drifting... slowly and deliberately. You move so fluidly while close to me.
Eyes closed with no expectation. Time passes slower than usual. This is it... This is what we've waited for.
Yet, you stay where you are, And I, where I am. The glass separates you from me. A thousand miles in two inches.
My hand slides slowly from the translucent surface. Streaking down, the crisp air chills my breath. Dull moonlit shadows guide me away, I'll come back whe


In Front Of MeHanging in front of me, pristine.In Front Of Me
The blues in the light fall to my mind. Drifting... drifting... slowly and deliberately. You move so fluidly while close to me.
Eyes closed with no expectation. Time passes slower than usual. This is it... This is what we've waited for.
Yet, you stay where you are, And I, where I am. The glass separates you from me. A thousand miles in two inches.
My hand slides slowly from the glass. Streaking down, the crisp air chills my breath. Dull moonlit shadows guide me away, I'll come back when the dew retu
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There is no such thing as a stupid question. Just stupid people who ask questions.
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There is no such thing as a stupid question. Just stupid people who ask questions.
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Nichts ist für dich
nichts war für dich
nichts bleibt für dich
für immer
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